This is a song about "Pin me under glass"

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

All wale talking is ambition

Batting my head with a rolling pin

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

Looking these broke niggas under me

I swear they think i'm crazy

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

Bitches giving me dome like a glass sphere.

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Because all my sins are beginning to stab me like a pin